The more she broke,
she more she had to break.
she was tied, since she was little,
Now she's grown up, yet she is still brittle.
The beautiful anklets, the studded necklace
along with her bright bangles looked pretty.
Only she knew, how heavy it was to carry.
Those were the chains, tied to her gentle skin.
She covers her face, for the fear of society.
Follows blindly, whatever the man of the house said.
The day, she stood for herself.
She broke a chain, but got beaten.
With all her courage, she stood up
again and again.
Her faces wore and her cloth tore,
yet She broke the chains,
more and more.
Pity on women,
bound by the world.
She isn't born just to intake semen,
and abuses to be hurled.
Yet the mother,
moves further,
Breaking the chains
and more to broken.
with the pains,
which can't be borne,
by any other.
she more she had to break.
she was tied, since she was little,
Now she's grown up, yet she is still brittle.
The beautiful anklets, the studded necklace
along with her bright bangles looked pretty.
Only she knew, how heavy it was to carry.
Those were the chains, tied to her gentle skin.
She covers her face, for the fear of society.
Follows blindly, whatever the man of the house said.
The day, she stood for herself.
She broke a chain, but got beaten.
With all her courage, she stood up
again and again.
Her faces wore and her cloth tore,
yet She broke the chains,
more and more.
Pity on women,
bound by the world.
She isn't born just to intake semen,
and abuses to be hurled.
Yet the mother,
moves further,
Breaking the chains
and more to broken.
with the pains,
which can't be borne,
by any other.
